Question Poem
What is hot? A glue gun in the sun dribbling on my head.
What is cold? Ice melting in my socks.
What is shiny? A grain of gold glistening in the grass
What is quiet? A deaf dog sleeping in its big bed.
What is cruel? Children smashing windows at night, weather hailing down.
What is small? A rat rolling about in the grass.
Jamie
Oyne Primary
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